by Jorja Lovett
The door chimed as they walked in, but the inside of the premises was more inviting than the closed shutters and neon lights outside suggested. She’d expected some dark, dingy backstreet dive crawling with furtive middle aged men. Instead, she found a normal shop whose customers were ordinary young couples and groups of girls having a giggle.
“See? You didn’t set off their newbie alarm after all.” Jamie grinned, and taking her by the hand, led her over to the mannequins modeling their range of sexy lingerie.
“I wouldn’t mind splashing out on some new underwear.” The pretty, flowery sets she wore no longer reflected her mood. She wanted something bold, something daring to show off to her lover.
“I wouldn’t mind splashing out on these.” Jamie held up a pair of crotchless black panties.
“They’re not very practical.” Jen ignored the innuendo to search through the rails of lace and silk.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I would find them very handy.” He twanged the black string underwear but she didn’t bite.
“What about these? Which one do you prefer?” She picked out a red lace plunge bra and a padded leopard print one, holding each one to her chest in turn.
“I like them both.” Jamie snatched them off her and stuffed them into her basket along with the matching thongs. She was on the right track at least.
They moved on past the rainbow of colored dildos and strap-ons. One penis at a time was plenty for her. She paused at the bondage and fetish section and cocked her head at some of the oddly shaped black rubber, wondering which orifice they were intended for.
“I think that’s a bit far out for even me.” Jamie zipped the mouth closed on a gimp mask and walked away.
“What about embracing your inner Dom?” Jen flicked the end of a leather flogger at his backside.
“I might be an arsehole but I like my bed partners to know their own mind. Besides, something tells me you wouldn’t make the perfect submissive either.” He grabbed the leather strands and yanked her toward him for a kiss.
“But that means you get to spank me for misbehaving,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Okay, we’ll take it.” He tossed it in the basket. “Along with one of these.” And added a double sided paddle to the purchases.
She bypassed the nipple clamps, quite happy for Jamie to do her tweaking for her, and hovered by the display of tubes and lubes.
“Mint or strawberry?” They both promised extra pleasure.
Jamie arched an eyebrow at her.
“I know, I know. Both. This is adding up to one expensive lunch break, Mr Kelsey.” Fun didn’t come cheap. Well, the experimental kind at least.
“If I can’t spend my cash on sex toys and lube what can I spend it on?” He didn’t even try to hide the absurdity of the situation and Jen loved him for it. Not once had he made her feel stupid or embarrassed about her lack of experience. Rather, he seemed determined to make the situation as enjoyable as possible for both of them.
“That sounds like fun.” Amongst the chocolate body paints and edible knickers, a red packet caught her eye. ‘Sexy body candy–an explosive new way to explore your lover’s body.’
Jamie read the packet over her shoulder. “Well, I’m all in favor of anything that involves you licking it off my naked body.”
“But then again, I really should watch my figure…”
“I’m watching it enough for you. Now get your sexy ass over to the cash desk and we’ll pay for this lot before I test that paddle on it.” Jamie had that look on his face that said they needed to go somewhere very private, very soon, before they gave a live sex show in the middle of the shop.
It gave her such a thrill that she was able to make him lose control like that and forget his serious businessman demeanor in favor of his libido. In many ways it comforted her to know she wasn’t the only one currently ruled by her hormones. From the outside looking in one would’ve been forgiven for thinking they were both embarking on their first sexual experience, such was their enthusiasm and lust for one another.
When she didn’t move quickly enough, Jamie scooped the contents of the basket onto the shop counter and whipped out his credit card. The simple act of buying her lingerie, never mind the toys, was an intimate gesture that went beyond anything she expected from someone who was supposed to be her rebound guy. How she would ever get out of this in one piece she didn’t know.
Jamie reached into his suit pocket again and this time pulled out his phone. He typed in his number on the credit card machine then gestured for Jen to take over the sale while he made a call.
“Hello, Kelly. This is Jamie Kelsey. Um, Jen won’t be in for the rest of the day. Get someone from children’s wear to help you out this afternoon. Something’s come up—”
Yes, Jen knew she was in serious trouble with the boss.
Chapter Eleven
Jen was having way too much fun to spare a guilty thought for her sister or work. Dressed in her leopard print sex siren uniform, Jen straddled a naked Jamie for some afternoon delight.
She tore open the packet of body candy and tapped some of the pink crystals directly onto his nipple. As soon as her tongue made contact, the little rocks fizzed and popped on his body. “What does that feel like?”
He laughed. “Like a mini volcano. Wanna try it?”
He took the package from her and flipped her over onto her back to pour some of the contents into her cleavage. The crackling sounds as he lapped the confection from her breasts made her giggle. She hadn’t had popping candy since she was a child and it was certainly more fun than she remembered. Jamie whipped off her bra and spread the sweet trail across her nipples. The coarseness of the hard sugar roughing against her sensitive skin pulled her out of the teasing mode and dampened her new panties with arousal.
“Your turn,” she said and took the remnants of the candy in her hand. “Where do you want it?”
“Where do you think?” He lay back down beside her, his erection twitching impatiently for a sugar rush.
“Are you sure?” She didn’t want to take a chance of blowing up such an important part of his anatomy on a whim.
“Definitely.” He laced his fingers behind his head and propped himself up on the pillows to watch her.
Jen tipped the sweets into her mouth to let the fizzing begin and wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock. A sickly strawberry taste filled her mouth as she sucked and washed the crystals around his shaft. She swallowed it down much preferring Jamie’s natural taste.
“How did that feel?”
“Like bloody sandpaper!” Jamie tackled her, sending her over onto her knees while he came around behind her.
“But no long-term damage I take it?” Jen gasped as his erection pressed against her buttocks.
“I don’t think so but maybe we should make sure.” He reached around to tease her entrance open with his finger. If he was testing her there was no doubt she was ready for him as he slid easily into her wetness.
Jen braced herself on all fours, waiting while Jamie snapped on a condom. There was something so primitive about doing it doggie style that even assuming the position turned her on.
With one quick thrust, he impaled her on his length, stuffing her choc-ful of Jamie goodness. She sighed and bowed her head, tilting her ass up so she could take him deeper in her channel. Jamie ran a hand along her spine and up to her neck, fucking her all the while. He tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged, pulling her head back up. The sharp pain as he pulled her hair merely swelled her sex more with the raw sensuality of the act.
The drilling pace of Jamie’s hip rocking action drove Jen closer toward the pinnacle of her satisfaction, and farther into the bed covers. She bunched the sheets in her fists as he fucked her with a relentless stamina that made it impossible for her to catch her breath. He gripped her hips then pulled out, only to plunge in again in one hard slam. She cried out as she teetered on the brink of release. One more push and she would tumble over into he
r own explosion of bliss.
Jamie wouldn’t let her. He withdrew completely and she peered over her shoulder to query his retreat. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see you when I fuck you.” He knelt back on his haunches and waited for her to turn around.
An excited breath caught in her throat as she stretched out before him once more, naked and vulnerable. He unfolded from his crouching position to lie on top of her, covering her from chest to toe. His weight was a reassuring reminder this was all real, no matter how much it felt like fantasy.
Jamie pinned her hands above her head and started a path of open-mouthed kisses from the base of her throat to the curve of her breast.
“You taste as good as you look,” he said as he licked away the stray pieces of sugar dust.
The touch of his tongue dancing across her skin, lashing around her nipple had her mewing like a kitten—a sex kitten, of course. She broke free of her restraints to reach down and cup his balls, finding satisfaction in his sharp intake of breath. With his fleshy sac at the mercy of her fingers, she massaged and squeezed until she drove herself mad with his groans. She closed her hand around his dick and rubbed him along her wet lips. He took the hint and edged inside her at a maddeningly slow pace.
She clenched, making the fit tighter, and impossible for him to resist his urges. Jamie extended his arms out, giving himself more leverage on the bed and pistoned in and out of her in a frantic race to the finish. The pressure built in Jen until she finally threw herself into the abyss, and came with a body-shuddering jolt.
As she drifted off into her selfish world Jamie chased after her with a cry of his own. He tensed against her before collapsing on top of her.
Pop. Pop. Fizz.
“That fucking stuff is stuck to my back and the sweat is setting it off.” Jamie laughed into her clammy skin.
They fell down onto the bed laughing.
“It’s everywhere.” Jen brushed it off the covers.
He stretched over to lick the sticky residue left on her chest. “But it was fun.”
She couldn’t argue with that even if it took her one step further past the boundary. It had been quite a while since she felt this comfortable around a man who wasn’t her husband.
Deep down, beyond the play and novelty of sex with Jamie, she knew she’d fallen for him. Even if he took a vow of celibacy now, God forbid, she would still want to be at his side. He understood her like no one else, made her laugh, made her ache to be his. And some day it would all end in tears. Her tears. The ‘L’ word hovered on her lips but could never be spoken. She’d gone into this with the full knowledge he didn’t want a girlfriend and when he realized that was all she wanted to be, Jamie would leave her heartbroken all over again.
* * * *
The following days were lost in a haze of sex and orgasms. Not that Jamie was complaining. He left Jen at work as he always did, with a sneaky kiss in the elevator, and stepped out into the hallway with a smile on his face. He could get used to this life. Since Jen had first flashed him in the window he was happier than he’d ever been. The store politics aside, for once he wasn’t thinking about his next conquest. Usually by this time he’d grown bored with his bed partner, but not Jen. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t imagine not going home with her or waking up next to her. At some point he was going to have to face the fact their relationship was more serious than he’d ever intended and figure out what to do about it.
“I need to see you, James,” his father’s voice called from the office.
“What’s up?” Jamie hoped he wasn’t about to pull the rug out from all of his plans.
“I hoped we weren’t going to have to go through this again. Are you sleeping with that young widow?” The fingers drumming on the mahogany wood were a sure sign John Kelsey was about to go ballistic.
“Not that I know of.” Jamie didn’t know any widows except for Mrs Reagan in Haberdashery, and she was about eighty.
The drumming sound was replaced with a heavy sigh. “The brunette from the toy department I see you arriving with every morning. I know you want me to turn a blind eye but I only gave her the job because her sister told me she was at rock bottom. I don’t want a suicidal wreck on my hands when you’ve decided you’ve had your fun with her and dump her. It wouldn’t be good for our reputation.”
“She’s a widow?” It didn’t matter his father would probably fire his ass altogether now, but he’d tried so hard not to screw things up with Jen. Why did she feel she couldn’t tell him something so important?
“Yes, but that’s not the point. You need to put a stop to this now before it gets messy.”
“That’s not going to happen, Dad. I like this girl.” He more than liked her but apparently they needed to do some talking in between the fucking.
“You like them all, James. But you’re one step away from finding yourself working in the warehouse, so forget the girl and concentrate on the store.”
“I am doing my fucking best for the store. If you would just get off my back and let me do things my way for once. I know I’ve screwed things up in the past, I can’t change the fact I was an arsehole. But I am trying to be a better person. If you would open your eyes you’d see that. And by the way, Jen has nothing to do with my work and I’m not about to give her up. I love her.” Balls! That definitely wasn’t in the plans.
“Admirable speech, son, but I’ll believe it all when I see it.”
Jamie gave up trying to win over his father and decided to tackle his other problem head on.
* * * *
“You’re a widow?” He’d waited until Jen had finished serving her customer before he’d blurted it out.
“Yes, but it’s not how it sounds.” She clasped her hands together, almost pleading with him to hear her out.
“Er, it sounds like you lied to me about being a virgin—if you were a wife in the traditional sense that you married a fucking man.” He couldn’t help it, he felt like such a dick for falling for her.
“Lee was my best friend. He suffered from cancer for years. Every time they thought they’d stopped it with the chemo, it spread elsewhere. I looked after him, I loved him but he was too ill for us ever to do anything. He asked me to marry him on his deathbed. I didn’t have a dress or a ring but we married before he passed away. So yes, I’m a widow, but I’m still a virgin. Don’t worry, you can still claim your virgin-deflowerer certificate or whatever it is you’re so pissed about.” Jen turned away from him but he couldn’t let her leave while she was still pissed at him.
He grabbed her hand and forced her to turn back. “I was pissed off because you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you. I just didn’t think we were having that sort of relationship Mr I-Don’t-Want-A-Girlfriend.” At least she was smiling now. She was right. He guessed they hadn’t done much sharing beyond that of their bodily fluids.
“So I’m a tool. I think we’ve established that. I’m sorry you had to go through all that Jen, but I’m glad you came to work at Kelsey’s.” His life had changed so much in such a short space of time and it was all down to her.
“So am I. I’ll never forget Lee, but I think what we had was based more on friendship. I loved him in a different way to the way I love you.”
The words he had always expected to send him running screaming from the room, had the opposite effect.
He leaned closer to her and pulled her into a kiss, but she stopped him. “No promises, no rules, let’s just see where this takes us.”
“Well, I know where I want to take it but I think fucking you across that counter might damage Kelsey’s reputation beyond all repair.” Jamie nibbled at the skin on her neck, turned on by the simple knowledge she loved him.
“Yeah, yeah. You keep threatening to do that but you’re all talk and no action, Mr Kelsey.” This bolshie nature was a far cry from her innocent beginnings. He liked it just as much. An equal partner made for
a much more interesting time inside and outside the bedroom.
“My office in five minutes, Ms White.” Although, he didn’t want her to think she was getting the upper hand in things too often, this time he intended to follow up on his threat.
Chapter Twelve
Jen stopped by the ladies’ bathroom before her meeting with Jamie to strip off her panties. He wasn’t the only one who could act on impulse. Now everything was out in the open, she felt at ease with herself. It was okay to love Jamie. She needed to love him. For too long she’d put her life on hold to tend to other people’s needs. From today onward she only intended to do whatever benefited her directly. And Jamie always ticked her boxes.
She knocked on the office door, not knowing what to expect, like a naughty schoolgirl summoned by the headmaster.
“Come in.”
“You wanted to see me, sir?” She played along for fun.
“Lock the door and take a seat.” He didn’t move from behind his desk.
“Is there something I can do for you, Mr Kelsey?” She put on her best innocent face and waited for his direction.
“Bend over the desk, Ms White.” When she stood up she noticed the plastic ruler he flexed between his hands.
“Yes, sir.” She leaned across the desk and he walked around to join her. She stole a moment of satisfaction when he lifted her skirt to reveal her bare ass, even if it would sting like hell in a minute.
The first stripe across her backside made her cry out then he rubbed the area with the palm of his hand. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
The second smack stung too but brought with it a pleasure-pain that she quite enjoyed. She heard the zipper go down on Jamie’s trousers, and the rustle before they hit the ground. There was a short interruption to proceedings while he put on some protection, but the wait only increased her impatience. With his knee he pushed her legs wider apart and in one hard thrust, fucked her from behind.
Jen gasped at the blunt invasion but she was wet and ready for him. His fingers were rough on her hips, sinking into her flesh as he pumped harder inside her pussy. Jamie’s grunts in her ear with every push were primitive, and sexy as hell. Her chest was crushed into the wooden desk as he bore down on her but it all added an edge to the sex—a dirty, desperate edge where the main focus was satisfying their cravings for one another in a quick coupling.